Shared with his friend- part 2

The morning after tasted like ash. Y/N woke to an empty bed—Jungkook already gone to class—and bruises in the shape of fingerprints blooming across her breasts. She showered until the water ran cold, scrubbing at her skin, but couldn't wash away the memory of two mouths, four hands, the way her body had betrayed her with pleasure while her spirit shattered.

She dressed mechanically, choosing a white spaghetti-strap tank top and denim cutoffs out of habit. The California heat demanded minimal fabric, and she'd grown comfortable in her body over the year with Jungkook—until now. Every inch of exposed skin felt like an invitation she hadn't meant to extend.

Jungkook found her on the sofa at noon, textbooks spread across her lap, trying to lose herself in organic chemistry. He dropped beside her, warm and familiar, pressing a kiss to her temple as if last night hadn't changed everything.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmured, hand resting possessively on her thigh. "You okay?"

She opened her mouth to tell him no, to beg him to send Jimin away, to reclaim what they'd had—but the words died as the door opened and Jimin strode in, gym bag slung over his shoulder, sweat darkening his hair.

"There's my favorite couple," Jimin grinned, dropping his bag with a heavy thud. He crossed the room in three strides and dropped onto the sofa beside Y/N, crowding her between them.

"Hi," she whispered, not looking up from her textbook.

"Hi?" Jimin laughed, and then his hand closed over her breast through the thin cotton of her tank top, squeezing with proprietary familiarity. "That's all I get after last night? No kiss for your new roommate?"

Y/N stiffened, her grip tightening on her pen until her knuckles whitened. She felt Jungkook's eyes on them, waiting, and forced herself to stay still, to not make a scene, to be the "cool girlfriend" he wanted.

"That's better," Jimin purred, his thumb dragging across her nipple until it hardened traitorously against her will. He leaned in, his mouth finding her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin just below her ear while his hand continued to mold her breast. "You taste good in the morning, Y/N. Like sleep and sex."

"Jimin..." she breathed, a pathetic protest.

"Shh," he whispered against her throat, his other hand sliding down her bare stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. "Jungkook's right here. Don't upset him by being difficult."

She looked at Jungkook—her love, her betrayer—and found him watching with darkened eyes, arousal clear in his expression. He liked this, she realized with sick clarity. Liked sharing her, liked his friend's praise, liked the power of loaning out what was supposed to be only his.

"Your girl's stomach is so soft," Jimin commented, his fingers circling her navel while his other hand still kneaded her breast. "And these shorts... fuck, Jungkook, you let her walk around like this? Showing off these legs? You're a stronger man than me. I'd keep her locked up naked."

"She likes feeling free," Jungkook said, his hand sliding higher on her thigh, fingers brushing Jimin's where they rested at her hip. "Don't you, baby?"

"Yes," she lied, because disagreement meant conflict, meant disappointing him, meant risking the love she couldn't survive losing.

"See? She likes it," Jimin grinned, and then his hand was pushing deeper into her shorts, past her panties, thick fingers sliding through her folds with casual entitlement. "Oh, she's wet already. Jungkook, your girl is dripping on my hand and we haven't even started."

Y/N bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, staring fixedly at the textbook page as Jimin's fingers massaged her pussy with slow, deliberate circles. He wasn't gentle—he never was—but he knew exactly how to touch her to make her body respond despite her revulsion.

"Fuck, she's tight," Jimin groaned, pushing two fingers inside her while his thumb stayed on her clit. "No wonder you're always smiling, bro. This pussy is premium grade. You hit the jackpot with this one."

Jungkook laughed, the sound rich with masculine pride, his chest puffing out. "Told you. Best I've ever had. Tight, wet, and eager."

"Eager?" Jimin chuckled, curling his fingers to make Y/N gasp despite herself. "She's clamping down on my fingers like she wants to keep them. Greedy little thing. You been training her to take cock, Jungkook? Teaching her to be a good slut for you?"

"Every night," Jungkook confirmed, his own hand moving to squeeze her other breast, both men groping her simultaneously while she sat frozen, dying inside. "She's a fast learner. Loves being filled."

"I can tell," Jimin said, withdrawing his fingers to show them glistening in the afternoon light, then pushing them back in roughly, making her jerk. "Look at this. Soaking my hand. She loves being touched by two men, Jungkook. Loves being our little shared toy. Don't you, princess?"

Y/N said nothing, tears gathering in her eyes as Jimin's fingers pumped in and out of her, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet apartment. Jungkook watched her face, searching for something—permission, arousal, submission—and she gave him the only thing she had left: silence.

"Can I eat her?" Jimin asked suddenly, his voice dropping to that predatory register that made her stomach clench with dread. "I want to taste this pussy properly. Want to feel her come on my tongue while you watch."

Y/N's heart stopped. She turned pleading eyes to Jungkook, silently begging him to refuse, to claim her as his own, to remember that he loved her—

"Sure, man," Jungkook said easily, patting her thigh. "Go ahead. She loves oral. Make her scream."

"Jungkook, please," Y/N whispered, the first real protest escaping her lips. "Not this..."

"Shh," he soothed, stroking her hair while Jimin already hooked his fingers in her shorts. "It's just pleasure, baby. Just Jimin making you feel good. Don't be so uptight. Let him thank you for being such a good hostess."

Jimin yanked her shorts and panties down in one rough motion, dragging them off her legs and tossing them aside. She was naked from the waist down now, exposed to the air conditioning and their hungry gazes, her tank top rucked up to reveal her breasts where Jungkook still played with her nipples.

"Fuck, look at that," Jimin breathed, spreading her legs wide and kneeling between them on the sofa. He ran his hands up her inner thighs, spreading her open, examining her like a piece of meat. "Pretty pink pussy. Swollen clit. She's ready for me, Jungkook. Your girl wants my mouth."

"She wants whatever we give her," Jungkook corrected, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out. "Isn't that right, Y/N? You exist for our pleasure now. Say it."

"I..." she choked, as Jimin lowered his head, his breath hot against her most vulnerable place.

"Say it," Jungkook commanded, his voice hardening.

"I exist... for your pleasure," she whispered, and then Jimin's tongue dragged through her folds and her words dissolved into a moan she couldn't control.

"Good girl," Jimin laughed against her pussy, the vibration making her squirm. "Now hold still while I feast."

He dove in with ravenous intensity—no teasing, no buildup, just brutal, consuming hunger. His tongue lashed her clit, circled it, sucked it between his lips while his fingers pushed back inside her, pumping in rhythm with his mouth. He ate her like he was starving, like her body was his by right, making loud, vulgar sounds of enjoyment that echoed through the room.

"She tastes fucking incredible," Jimin groaned, looking up at Jungkook with glazed eyes, his chin shining with her arousal. "Sweet and tangy. You been holding out on me, bro? Keeping this pussy to yourself when you should have been sharing?"

"Selfish, I know," Jungkook laughed, his hand still working her breasts, keeping her on the edge while his friend devoured her. "But I'm making up for it now. Eat her good, Jimin. Make her cum hard. I want to see her shake."

Jimin obeyed, burying his face between her legs, his tongue pushing inside her alongside his fingers, stretching her, fucking her with his mouth. He focused on her clit, sucking relentlessly, flicking rapidly, driving her toward an orgasm she didn't want to have, that her body was being forced to accept.

"Look at her," Jimin panted, coming up for air, his fingers still working her. "Look at her face, Jungkook. She's trying not to cum. Trying to resist. But she can't, can she? She's too much of a slut. Watch this—"

He latched back onto her clit, sucking hard while curling his fingers against her g-spot, and Y/N broke. The orgasm crashed through her with violent force, her back arching off the sofa, her scream tearing from her throat as she came on Jimin's tongue, her body convulsing helplessly while Jungkook held her down, whispering encouragement.

"That's it, baby. Cum for him. Cum for us. Good girl. Good little slut."

Jimin didn't stop. He kept licking, kept sucking, forcing her through wave after wave until she was sobbing, begging, her hands pushing weakly at his head. "Please... please... I can't..."

"She's begging for more," Jimin interpreted, grinning up at Jungkook. "Insatiable. You created a monster, bro. A cock-hungry, cum-desperate monster."

"Then feed her," Jungkook said, already unzipping his pants. "Both of us. Right here. Right now."

Y/N lay boneless, humiliated, her pussy still twitching from the unwanted orgasm, as Jimin wiped his mouth and Jungkook positioned himself at her head. They were going to use her again, she realized. Again and again, until there was nothing left of the girl she'd been, until she was just a body, just holes for their pleasure, just a silent sacrifice to Jungkook's need to be "open-minded" and "cool."

And she would let them. Because she loved him. Because she was afraid. Because she had forgotten how to say no.

"Open up," Jungkook commanded, pressing his cock against her lips. "Show Jimin how good you are at sucking."

She opened her mouth and accepted him, tears streaming down her temples, as Jimin positioned himself between her legs once more. The afternoon sun slanted through the windows, illuminating her degradation in golden light, and Y/N closed her eyes and waited for it to be over.